You were running for something, not sure what. You needed to find somewhere to live, somewhere that someone would accept you.
You turn a sharp right and run right into someone or something. You screamed
"Shhh!" The figure says sharply as you scoot away.
"Who are you?" You ask getting a closer look at the person, a boy around your age.
"I'm Carl Grimes, an you?" He asks.
"(y/n)" you reply.
"What group do you come from?" he questions
"I don't have one."
*He hesitates for a second*
"Let me ask my dad if you can join our group. Meet me here in 1 day." He turns to go "Be safe"
And with that he heads off.
*Tomorrow*
"My dad said yes, but when we arrive you have to answer three questions." Carl says startling you.
"Thank you so much!!" I reply
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You've been living with the group ever since that day, its been three years now.
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